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“What is it that you want me to do, exactly, dear?”
“Just, pretend. That you hate me, like you used to.”
“I didn’t hate you.”
Izzy levels Stede with an unimpressed stare.
“Well, I might not have been the most fond of you when we first met, but that’s all in the past, now. You know that I love you terribly, don’t you darling?”
Izzy’s cheeks color slightly, and he momentarily averts his gaze before continuing.
“‘course I know that, you twat. I love you too. But whatever it was that you felt, I’d like you to pretend to feel it again. Treat me the way you used to.”
Stede hums in thought. Nods. Draws Izzy into a warm embrace.
“Of course my love, anything for you.”
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Stede absentmindedly leafs through the pages before him, adjusting the spectacles that are resting on the bridge of his nose so that he could look over the lenses.
A sharp, needy whine can be heard from the corner where Izzy’s standing, naked save for a pair of frilly white panties and a matching collar. He’s rubbing his legs together desperately, hands jammed between them that he quickly pulls away when Stede glances his way, the material of the absorbent pad that he’s standing on crinkling with his shifting movements.
“Oh really, Izzy, can’t you quiet down. I’m trying to work here!” Stede looks to Izzy with feigned disdain, crinkling his nose and frowning at the other man.
Izzy just whines again, lips trembling as his eyes fill with tears.
Stede’s heart clenches, and he has to remind himself that Izzy wants this. Has asked for it, one of the few desires he gave voice to. Stede steels himself, and returns to his documents.
He passes about a minute more pretending to look through the pages, words swimming in his vision as his mind is filled with nothing but thoughts of his lover, waiting on him in the corner, as desperate for a pee as Stede has ever seen him.
Stede sneaks a gaze toward the corner of the room, immediately locking eyes with Izzy who’s apparently been pitifully staring at him, face streaked with silent tears and constantly shifting around in distress. His slightly too large panties are wrinkled from where he was just gripping desperately at the fabric.
“Come on, man!” Stede says, aiming for irritation. “Couldn't you wait some more?”
“No, captain. I’m s-sorry, captain.”
Stede huffs. “Really, you should have thought about this before. You’re the one who insisted on all that extra tea with breakfast.”
That’s a lie. Stede kept pouring him more without asking. Izzy drank it all.
Izzy sniffles pathetically, a hand shooting to grip between his legs before he can stop himself. Stede can see the fabric of the panties becoming translucent with dampness as he leaks.
“Izzy!” Stede calls. “Pull yourself together.”
“P-please, captain, please, I c-can’t anymore-” the rest of the sentence dissolves into sobs as Izzy doubles over himself, probably to stop another leak.
Stede just watches for a moment, captivated by the sight of Izzy, shaking and sweating and holding himself back to the point of pain - and all at Stede's command. He’s conflicted, torn between wanting to ease his beloved’s hurt and wanting to watch him like this forever, keep Izzy under his thumb, watch him squirm.
He’s wrenched from his reverie by a cry from Izzy, his knees knocking together as a clear stream escapes from between his fingers, hitting the padded floor loudly before Izzy regains control again, panting shakily.
“Alright, alright, just don't ruin the hardwood,” Stede says, trying now for a mixture of exasperation and disgust.
If the shamed little whimper from Izzy is anything to go by, he’s succeeding.
Izzy wants this, he asked for this, he knows what to say if he wants this to stop. Stede takes another deep breath.
He turns away from Izzy, both to regain his composure and so he could rummage through the shelves behind him for the object he’s looking for. Once he finds it, he quickly hurries across the room, not wanting to demand from Izzy more than he was capable of giving.
“Here,” Stede says, thrusting out a clear glass jar that used to hold marmalade once, small enough to grip comfortably with one hand. “Use this.”
Izzy moves one shaking hand from between his legs and grabs the jar. He inspects it for a moment, then frowns in distress, looking pitifully at Stede with teary eyes. Stede knows that Izzy is aware of the many other, much larger jars strewn across the room. Stede just returns his gaze, expectant.
Izzy swallows visibly, then widens his stance slightly, bending his knees and pulling the damp crotch of his panties aside with one hand. The other hand quickly moves the jar up against his cunt, just a second too late as a heavy stream starts and soaks his fingers, then hits the glass loudly with a relieved, almost pained moan from Izzy. The sound of his urine filling up the glass jar seems to echo in the otherwise quiet room, only accompanied by Izzy’s mewls and moans.
Stede’s hand twitches at his side as he has to stop himself from grabbing his hardening erection.
The small jar fills up rapidly, and before long Izzy has to cut himself off, the liquid almost to the lip of the jar and in danger of spilling. A few stray drops fall from his lower, flushed lips to be absorbed by the pad, Stede entranced by the shine of wetness clinging to Izzy’s dark hairs and ruddy skin.
“C-captain..?” Izzy starts, seeming unsure.
“Just leave it there, you can get rid of it after,” Stede answers dismissively.
Izzy bends down slowly, placing the overfull jar on the floor, a bit more of his urine spilling over his hand from his trembling before he straightens up again.
“There, feeling all better?”
Izzy frowns a bit, hesitant, before nodding unconvincingly.
As Stede turns to leave and return to his desk, Izzy lets out an almost heartbroken gasp, causing his lover to turn around again.
“Captain please,” Izzy begs. “I need more.”
The tone in which he says this, so devastated and guilt-ridden, almost causes Stede to call off their game altogether so he could wrap his beloved Izzy in a warm blanket and never let him go. There’s a time and a place for everything though, and right now is the time to act the part of the snobbish and arrogant Stede Bonnet, ignorant of others’ needs and unimpressed by lowlifes such as Izzy Hands. Stede schools his expression into a frown again.
“ Well, if you can’t seem to control yourself well enough for me to get this extremely important work done, I guess it can’t be helped.”
“T-thank you, captain, thank you,” Izzy babbles, hands firmly between his legs again as he sways in his spot, awaiting Stede’s command.
Stede can’t help the small, fond smile that stretches across his lips, thankfully unseen by Izzy whose eyes are now shut in concentration. Stede then pulls something out of his pocket, saved just for this occasion, and grabs for one of Izzy’s hands to wrap his fingers around it.
Izzy brings it up to his face, looks at it, and then his face crumples and he bursts into tears again.
Izzy is holding a small, square piece of fabric, a rich green with a golden trim and an embroidery of Izzy’s name. It's the size that would be used as a napkin, large enough to cover a dinner plate even when folded twice over, yet small enough to comfortably fit inside a breast pocket. Stede had commissioned it on their last shore leave as a gift, right after his conversation with his darling Izzy.
“Go on, then,” Stede urges, ignoring Izzy’s hitching sobs. “And do hurry up. I’d like to finish my work before lunch time.”
Izzy sniffles, then shoves the soft fabric between his legs, not even bothering to move the panties to the side this time as his face momentarily relaxes when he lets go.
Izzy’s stream is not as constant this time, the poor boy having to keep turning and moving around the bunched-up fabric to find any part that he hasn't yet fully soaked through.
His relief seems to again be short-lived, the fabric just like the jar soon reaching its capacity and Stede having to clear his throat to stop Izzy from just fully letting go all over the leaking pad and the floor.
Izzy lets the sopping wet fabric fall from his hands unceremoniously with a plop , then grips onto his own thighs hard enough that his knuckles whiten.
“Please please please captain please ” Izzy sobs.
“Oh really , surely that must have been enough!”
Izzy mumbles something incomprehensible, rhythmically rocking back and forth and looking past Stede with a glazed expression.
And as desperate as Izzy seems to be, it's Stede who breaks down.
“Oh come here, you poor boy.” Stede steps onto the pad and wraps Izzy in a hug, tucking the shorter man’s head to his shoulder and rubbing soothing hands over his trembling frame. “Come now, my love, you can let go.”
Izzy seems to melt in Stede’s embrace, going loose-limbed as his muscles finally let go and he starts peeing all over Stede’s expensive trousers. And Stede doesn’t mind one bit.
“There you go, that’s it. Doing so good for me, my good boy, my good lad .” Izzy moans contentedly against Stede’s jacket.
Stede feels the warmth of Izzy’s urine soak him from the thighs down, fabric clinging to his legs and dripping down to a slowly-spreading puddle beneath them. The pad had long since become obsolete.
After an impressively long while - Izzy’s really been holding back, the poor lad - the stream dies down, the last few drops trickling down from the edge of Stede’s ruined trousers.
“There, my love,” Stede murmur softly, pressing a kiss to Izzy’s crown. “ Now do you feel all better?”
“Mm-hmm,” Izzy hums his assent, too wrung-out for words.
For a moment they just stand there, Izzy wrapped tight in Stede’s arms, before Stede feels Izzy start to shiver slightly.
“Are you ready for us to move now, dear one?” he asks.
Izzy nods, then clings to Stede’s sides and buries his face against Stede’s jacket again. Stede chuckles
“Yes, of course, I won’t leave you my Izzy. Now let’s go get cleaned up, shall we?”